| Those San Francisco nights
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| You were the best in town
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| Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
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| You turned it on the world
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| That’s when you turned the world around
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| Did you feel like Jesus?
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| Did you realize
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| That you were a champion in their eyes?
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| On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
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| But yours was kitchen clean
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| Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home
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| Every A-Frame had your number on the wall
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| You must have had it all
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| You’d go to L.A. on a dare
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| And you’d go it alone
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| Could you live forever?
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| Could you see the day?
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| Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away?
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| Get along
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne
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| Now your patrons have all left you in the red
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| Your low rent friends are dead
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| This life can be very strange
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| All those Day-Glo freaks who used to paint the face
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| They’ve joined the human race
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| Some things will never change
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| Son, you were mistaken
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| You are obsolete
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| Look at all the white men on the street
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| Get along
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne
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| Clean this mess up else we’ll all end up in jail
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| Those test tubes and the scale
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| Just get it all out of here
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| Is there gas in the car
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| Yes, there’s gas in the car
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| I think the people down the hall
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| Know who you are
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| Careful what you carry
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| 'Cause the man is wise
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| You are still an outlaw in their eyes
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| Get along
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne, (get along)
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| Get along, Kid Charlemagne |